so what can i say eame old thing everyday looking for a job that pay cauz a nigga free ain't no more slave moving around the block niggas cant find my trace i keep it real i keep me on my space i don't chill around no fakes i don't chill around no snakes one wrong move you might get hit with a stray covered in blood your niggas asking you is ok (bow down for the young king he hard he spit shit that's real x2) i spit for those who knows how it feels i spit for the real Gs young niggas who wanna be free same old day yeah same old day look i spit for the gangsters lot yall pranksters pretenders still yall cant be us